Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong

the steps as quietly as she could. It would take some time for it to simmer. That gave her a window to get him cleaned up.

returned to the bedroom, Liam was sprawled across the bed, one arm over

his shirt, careful not to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck, his arms, even his face. He didn’t stir, not once. His breathing was slow and

stared at him for a moment, towel still in hand. His brows were relaxed now,

up as best she could, then pulled a blanket over his bare torso. The room was quiet except for the faint

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look away.

the pieces you moved. The people you paid

and sharp. “Try it. We’ll

his eyes. “Is

how you are able

wasn’t the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the teenager who flinched at every

as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for the sake of obedience. He asked questions. He made different choices. He refused to fold

was

see. Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple Liam.

Liam didn’t speak.

did. What you covered. How you made sure she found

“And then you’ll be alone. All that work, all that

said nothing. He didn’t flinch. He

simply stared at his father.

stepped closer to the

those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until she pawned Isabella’s properties just to crawl

expression didn’t change.

“You designed it. You created it. So Isabella would be forced to carry it. You wanted her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You wanted to be the only one who could help. You wanted to

stop there.

Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was you

gaze didn’t leave his son.

one would trace it back. You thought it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore filters, a few shell names here and there. And you

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.